[The slow, methodical way their hips grind together, a drag less about Cy's dick slipping out of his hole than it is simply rubbing it in the tight, slick channel of his ass where he's seated — constantly pushing up against the tender spot of nerves inside — devolves him to a speechless, squirming state of overstimulated intensity. Sasuke holds on tighter, pushes closer, minimizing space in a lean against Cy's chest as his mouth falls open around panted breath.
If he notices the sharp jab of a zipper, it's not with irritation. He presses down against Cy's lap a little harder to feel the abraded drag of metallic teeth on his skin a second time.]
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If he notices the sharp jab of a zipper, it's not with irritation. He presses down against Cy's lap a little harder to feel the abraded drag of metallic teeth on his skin a second time.]